Somewhere in Ireland.
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A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of traveling to Ireland to photograph the wedding of my friend, Katie, and her fiancé, Theo. The moments leading up to the flight were harrowing, so to speak — at 3am before the flight I found Reuben (one of my fashion week colleagues) online and kicked him a ticket from London to come assist in shooting — and everything about the trip from there on out was interesting, to say the least. Some highlights included driving down the country from Shannon to Killarney and back with manual transmission (the opposite side of the road; something I’ve never actually done despite all the time I’ve spent in England), navigating the narrow-green and rain-slick roads and learning the proper roundabout etiquette, near endless supplies of Guinness and some whiskey I don’t remember the name of (sorry), meeting new friends and hanging out with old ones. I’m still in the midst of editing the wedding photos so I can’t give too much away, but I’m fairly sure that nobody parties at a wedding like the Irish. It was cold, it never stopped raining, everyone got wet and nobody cared, especially the bride. The reception went hard for almost 12 hours, and I don’t think Reuben or I ever really stopped drinking… only long enough to get to the beach and then drive back to Shannon. Anyway. Here’s some Weekender photos on a Monday, and here’s to Katie and Theo.